A/N: Finally updated and hoping that you all like it. :) Thanks for the awesome readers that reviewed the last chapter.

Chapter Ten

Author: Elli Cole

Syaoran dropped down to his knees and slowly crawled underneath the cloaked table. His vision dimmed but he can clearly see the outline of Sakura's lower body. Her denim jeans were tight around her plush arse as she wiggled about on her seat, obviously tantalizing him to come further.

Her legs spread wide and her dainty feet were tapping against the cold floor. Syaoran smirked as he neared her. She smelt of arousal as he sat down in front of her thighs and bent over. She jumped at the sudden contact of his chin on her knees as she whispered urgently, "be quiet down there. A waiter is coming."

Syaoran chuckled softly, "yes, mistress."

Sakura giggled and let her arm drop on top of his head, cradling it. Syaoran proceeded with his quest and as swiftly as he could, unzipped Sakura's pants. She almost gasped as she heard the metal clicking down, exposing her plain white knickers to her owner.

"Syaoran…" She breathed.

He took this as a go sign and gently peeled the pants off of her taut skin. He inhaled deeply as he smelled her obvious arousal for him. He licked his lips.

"Bon appetite." He slid his knickers down exposing her to him and decided to taste her. He bent lower and sucked quietly on her exposed skin.

She gasped at his sudden contact and stifled a moan. "Oh, Kami-sama."

Syaoran felt himself burn inside. The feeling of strain and tightness filled his lower body as he licked and sucked Sakura for all she was worth. Her gasps and her sudden arch made him yearn for her all the more.

"Sakura," he teased lowly, blowing a raspberry inside her as she shuddered. "I think you a little bit more cock in you, don't you think? You'll taste saltier that way."

He grinned when he heard her bit back a sharp cry. "Syaoran… not here, not now."

He smirked when he pulled back and thrust in one of his fingers, curling inside her. "Give me one good reason why not."

She sucked in a breath as she spoke roughly, "your girlfriend is back."

Syaoran cursed and bumped his head under the table. "Oh shit."

He heard footsteps. Coming ever closer to them as he scrambled back to his feet. He felt Sakura's feet nudge him to stay put so he did. He heard an annoyed grunt.

"Bitch, where's Syaoran?" He heard Ashley grumble.

Sakura's feet shuffled back and she crossed her legs. "Why do you want to know?" Her voice was still a bit shaky which made Syaoran grin with pride.

He felt the sudden rumble of the table, indicating that Ashley angrily slammed her fist down. "Tell me now, you slut or you'll be finding yourself bloody and dead when I'm done with you."

Sakura laughed mockingly, "I'd like to see you try."

Ashley growled madly and seized Sakura's shirt. "Bitch!" She screeched. "He's in the comfort room, isn't he?" She murmured. "I'll go get him."

She let go of Sakura's shirt roughly and threw her on the chair, her footsteps stomping away. Syaoran withdrew and peeked out of the table to see if it was safe to come out.

"Is she gone?"

"Yeah," Sakura stood up from her seat. "And we're gone too."

She pulled him from underneath the table and gasped at the sight of her lower part. "You forgot to put my pants up!" She murmured irately. "Typical fuck."

She zipped her pants up and dragged Syaoran out and away from the restaurant. Syaoran grinned as she tightly held his hand in her own and pushed him in an alley.

"Next time," he drawled as he grasped her breast in hand and watched her as she arched her back. "Wear a skirt and forget to put on your knickers."